Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad.
Run run, we tear the head piece up.
Uh huh, you want beef because.

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, fresh Nikes and ice
You won't feel till after the like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas things and die kings
I can hear homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a homeboy? Then show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of fruities
I'm old school like a dooby
Daddyo my is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
A and a killer, gorilla in your project
Nine milli really only of my logic
The shotgun just in the closet
Waiting for you to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak never stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated army of the murderer squad
Run run, we gonna the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
bust em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

I treat tools bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in kids from different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your spinal flipped
Rhymes make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to read
And travel to the top of Mount to transmit
Running the Red Seas like an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water with my waves
Like what I was doing during Public Execution, half-mutant
Ap the of Rasputin
shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body
And three quarter length fat to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won't melt
when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer
Run run, we tear the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't beef because

I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a general, the motherfucking main man
a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
And do a rain dance when blood and sprays
Cement mix in your IV turn your grey
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a mental patient
With cyberkenetic computer integration
One of rap's most innovative or flows
In of missile-command buttons
I look around, all my choices just
So now you should I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo goers
Come and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote oh yeah